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Let me grow my hair,
so you won’t trace the ***** of my collarbone
like it was shaped for your gaze.
Let me drown my arms in fabric,
so a stranger’s fingers won’t twitch with hunger,
so no one will say I was asking for it.

It’s just a hand,
just a hand-
but I didn’t know a piece of me
could call out in silence,
could summon wanting
I never invited in.

Let me disappear under long sleeves,
let me vanish in loose folds,
so you won’t see the curve of my waist
and blame me for your craving.
Let me hide every inch of skin,
as if my body were a lock
and your desire the only key.

I have done everything.
Now tell me-what more should I give?
Should I carve away the flesh,
peel myself down to bone,
so you will finally see
what keeps me awake at night?

Should I hold out my wrists,
let you read the stories
written in fine white lines?
Should I turn my face,
so you can study the hollows,
the weight beneath my eyes,
the proof of all the nights
I have battled myself?

I want you to see-
to see beyond the skin,
beyond the body,
beyond the hourglass frame
that cages me inside your fantasies.

I want you to know
that I am more.
I am the ache in my own chest,
the breath I hold between words,
the voice that breaks but still speaks.

Don’t just crave my skin.
See me.
I didn't have a name
I had no identity
I was nothing and no one
I existed, and that was it

Until you found me
And gave me something to call my own

"Amicus"

I liked it
The way it left your lips
The way I knew it was mine
I was finally someone

Someone in your eyes
Quick poem
Delete the Text of my time – the Seconds won’t reply
Money in the Worth of time; is never worth the Money,
If all it does is Slowly eat away Pieces of your Time

No shape, but Maybe it’s shaped like your darling;
But they won't promise you the entire World

                             We live, surrounded by Time
                             Consumed by money & Wealth


The worth of self, has
Now become what
Worth
You hope to buy–
Ken Pepiton Jan 15
Learn,
learn looking back
learn looking forward, think it through
expect what you hope to happen,

peacefully reassured calm breathing
agreement with some e worship
breatheing in and breathing out, or
the other
it’s a wave you on one side
then the other
in time, we age, we float and think
at
from whence come desires
tension
- and in this space,
- this vacuum between us,
- interlinking laced up logic,
Money buts in, we say no,
we are being too old for this,
we endured to this end,
this peace we leak,
as we dry out
in the sun.

Discuss
discursive reversal one verse

universe is to verse as cycle
is unicycle, to balance my intention

- stand right up and say, see,
- inadvertently, bu'chawanna

today, I, the author of my testimony,
my conversation with life's agencies,
spoken in public dominions
my agreement,
to abide
by
line item veto, supposing my right,
by-weform we forbid my awe,
using my augmented servo-mechs,
to keep things spinning, running
as when current pushes mill wheels,

which turn drive shafts and hammer cams,
and nested gears and cogged wheels, work

once imagined done
by smart machines, work imagined
long engrained as duty to life itself, honest work.
Parsing. Roles words play
in lines. Predefined.
Tricks of the trade, easier done, expert gnosis,
old recollections
from
prepositioned standing stone landmarks,
sometimes terminii posts
of wood, good work, every year assessment work,
--- did you know Ireland was forest for a long while?
chopping trees to make those holy markers work,
it was all in those revered saints tutelary vows tied.


- seasonal but good work replacing survey stakes
- core holy ethic, honest day, honest wage,
- your attention, pleased, paid, unpleased, unpaid.
-
- \
work, the idea, affording me no escape, what is
work, the truth, Pilate asked, could answer,
what I did,
yes, imagine that,
from a witness POV,
whoever first told whoever was not there,

to see two ways, get and give, give and take,
understanding life can be misunderstood…
make believe any child faith ever used,

disbelief is easy
in the dark social milleau
under one pillar, one center pole, easy perfect
circle from one point, in mind form, spirtual point,

an idea,
slow thunk, click, lock
breathe and think how many breathe,
in as you breathe out, at rest, must be,
a we about as big as two,
idle minds at work, thinking,
value of a minute found in time,
only those bidding on others idle time
redemption value on the trade routinely
claim the idea
in
imagined,
first person POV, as seen, we hear said, so
this is all my idea
first impression preaching makes, on small
child faith that stories do come true, in dreams,

but, not really,
we imagine dreams, awake, we run the sleep code,
we thinking ourselves presorted scribal kinds,
assigned to ag whyers asking

up the ladder, if
its me

money ***** attention
from peace
omniscience immediacy points accrue
this we
of me and thee
in thought's immediacy,
no medium, two way gnosis, cognosis, breatheing
be mode middle ground
connection,
breathe-ing being
shortened or lost, caught
be gotten un gotten unsaken secret sacred ritual


breathing said each way, yawning,
obsessive both do both breathe, and

picke yergnosis

think it through, it was fun first try, nobody dies.
We laughed.
Once.
We think it goes on, so we go on,
wagwan ye'ai say bruddermike

----------------------
nomatamasa

let a name be
'pon my word,
by my own lieve, let say.

Money and time, lazy life,
good life, life in the glare

of the children addicted
to mirror neuronal dopamine
cycles,
ai, not us,
no suspense need call to
watch two minute creeps
in to co-gnosis psychosis, creepy
- skip ten ten seconds, no

space to breathe

the medium is infinite,

Kerouacean
teletype role acted digitally
projected on the one wall between us

of what ever we agree works peaceably
because we are liefers lieving being
be, as is, and this is all we offer

Peace on earth, good will toward men.
Hence forth swear not at all,
it is finished, make your peace using
truth you fact check your own self, using

tools such as this magic window,
through
which no fools dreams linger, life
seen
for me,
in my most present mind state,
individuated aspirations atained
to all myself besmirching, fine
enough is enough to share,
does not apply to hate,
but does apply to some pains.

I couldabeenacontenda, but ai win on
another ******, wery twist, feel,
won called to think I won, done,
this ties into yesterday one way, and
tomorrow the next,
and it's my time
Umami redeemed,
mushrooms as food,
savory meats,

Cain, momma's boy, many things
from a mustard seed, and an almond rod
what if Cain pleased Adam's palate?

nonono Adamhad'em
fleas need iron in meat, only carivore
he itched nose,
meat fat in the fire, roaring hunger salivate

go on, salivate your thirst, gnoshit, grow up,
become a mind spread out in parsable bits,

like Isaiah's word of god,
here a little there, for a while,
there a little here, for a while,

what were the prayers not praying in vain?

the sayings fed me said to me all along,
the worth of a satisfied mind led to ready be

such determines the worth of whatever be
done, by the time the first reader, agrees,

to read this far, I think next time, enjoyment

is three words indeed, done is done,
never done is never done, that's the line

that's the line, parsed indexed someday
slouching past the last myths standing.

no
hard feelings, artiste,
we all make up and wax
poetic in our efforts as users
of words, weform from the media
conjoining our screened experience

today I saw a motto, so now,
I MAY, should I choose, or wish,
I may find that motto and use it,  here:

Ready to fight tonight,
while preparing for the fight tomorrow.

Must be the mission mentioned
in the real motto:
“One Island, One Team, One Mission.”
'This phrase encapsulates the spirit
and unity that
defines the operations
on Diego Garcia,
emphasizing collaboration
and a shared purpose
among all personnel stationed there.'
There,
-- or any other war
for good ideas place.
Planning tomorrow, today,

ai, but not
on our watch, eh
we make each breathe a thanks
I am alive, by all the good there is.

Heavy art's ache, weight a minute's worth,

what can one do, in time,
after many believe,

yesterday through to tomorrow
is at the moment as has been ordained,
indeeds individual deeds deigned gnosis

ai, therefore, heretics believe gnosis uses
us to think easy
tricks us into easy
peaceful breathe and swallow, verify zone

safe, check

feedback, sub humm, 5wpm beeps waves
signal per micromanaged vagus loop decisions

arteries and veins, one blood, one mind,
one body equipped
with an autonomous
muse using adaptability extending cold
fingers./.in a room where my breath
is not misty cold fingercup blown
into breath

The idea universal
breathe
once
big, once small, once a nothing, once
a king, it truly meant every thing matters,
or nothing happens to disturb the peace,
this very one, you may feel,
we keep year round,
it won't be getting too cold again soon,
so we make some peace each day,
take some time, wrap it a bit,

blow into cold hands, old friend's spirit,
memory, huachamacallit, mindjoymaker,

idea, in a name, being, Huan'gwan thunk.

So, monstors, as rampant as on television,
psychically exist, and we displace them,

whose duty - eh -
who is honor bound,
¿?-8  read in on the ends…
great codes were broken, oaths
of aliegiance
to the representative,
on real islands
those stationed there, put there
follow the protocols, the drill

motto
of our immediate corporeal commanders
of our betters
at the judgement bars
as we all count
on nnnand appeals forever
real in reality and real in corporeal
are the very same real in life
lieb blieben doch
in a word form, time spent, invested
thinking word's function fun junk, tested

passed, understanding this is a peak,
passing on a wave, and at this point,

it feels edgy,
inner bubble barrier… boiling

evaporating, breathe holding breathe
evaporation on purpose, smoke,

taken, used mused to saying, so, breath
taken was mine, a bit, once, at least,
hold that, there
so there, can we be friends
in function, aspire conspire inspire
no story oaths bound to us, by now, bro,

you are a blasphemer
of the spirit, keepin' me alive, humm,
you think, and breathe and think it not true,

you laugh,
it feels good, things
can seem to easy become,

lucky, light
in the night
to guide us,

at your worst would you have
this much attention to devote to a whim?

common good, safe wood feeling,
park like,

we know whose woods these are,
safe
this is where the weather works whether
you like it or not, so,

if you think prayer works, think about time,
and patterns
of never seen
before your time,

so many things never seen are now tools
used
to do this,
to think
together
after my time is mind, yes, mind

may has been my word, ai say I may and
I do as I pleaded, please, let me be

reunderstood.

LIFE ramificates,
in deed,
in word, imagine
adulting as a child, wild in mind, in time

imagine being that personal best, once
be the you from then to now, and see,
- look really then to now, and see
was any war between these points,
reasonable on any judgement format,

¿no?

Though your misconnections
be crusted with oxides excited
clinging to one positive terminal,
reasonable meaning in balances push,
to fill a hollow holy gnoshit we never thunk

ying yang thang thunk anewn. A hole. Newn.
If you read this far you are stubborn or carefree, I was fishing for carefree in a sharable format, like a sneezable viral idea, hey, think this, it ties a knot,
to a hook you had// so thanks/
SecondChoice Jan 8
Worth it

Nobody knows how empty my smile is.
I fell for him.
Though he treats me like I’m no one.
And like I’m everything in his stare.
We were so free, so honest.
I like him.
I’ve never let a man use me this way.
His personal plaything when she ignores him.
Using me to get her attention and I let him.
We are so flawed, so stupid.
She’s never letting go.
I want him.
The drama we caused, for life to resume... unchanged.
The fairy tales we fell for, long gone.
The promises we broke, just to be noticed.
Still not heard.
Was it worth it?
Mays Benatti Dec 2019
If my beauty was to measured by progress,
Together, we might not feel so hopeless.
Tounge tied, our whispers turned us tone deaf

To the ones we hold closest
What if our progress as a couple had been measured by something deeper than physical attraction? Could we have grown into something more meaningful? This poem captures that bittersweet realization and the complexity of love built on infatuation.
28 years old
I tried modeling by accident
Thought it would be good
But it was more food for
Thought
As the poses good more ****
The consequences of those poses
We’re too
Where did
                  Your brain
                                     Go to?
Rachel C Dec 2024
In the mirror through tears, i notice that i am dressed in the scars of every deep wound I played off like a paper cut, and the phone in my pocket weighs a thousand pounds from your text messages.

I want to skip the ******* thing in a river.

Oil and water but just as much as I know we won’t ever mix, you convince me it’s all part of the recipe.

I have shrank down, cut pieces of myself like a cake and served everyone at every table a slice every time.

Stuffed my baggage in the closet and let you move yours in instead.

Cried like an anxious dog who’s owner wasn’t around.

And we called this pain love, for 20 years.

I slipped into the role, thanks to my parents.

Mentally ill and emotionally unaware,
It’s so easy to choose what’s easy and so hard to notice your love has gone rotten.

I changed my perspective and every smooth word started to sting.

I was kind as you were building up pieces of me to fuel your own fire.

I understood until I couldn’t anymore, but you never would.

Change your perspective with me, climb the mountain and realize the hike’s easier on the way down, i would’ve carried you all the way up if you asked me. But we sat for 20 years and heard everybody on the way back down talk about the view.

I chose to sit with you instead. And when I finally took that first step up, I should’ve known it meant leaving you behind me.

I am my own destiny. I am the bullet in the chamber and the consequences of the trigger pull. I am my own mind, I tended the garden of fear and worry and constant replay of mistakes and regret. I am more than who I think I should be for anyone else.


good luck with all the **** you’ve got going on. disrespectfully yours, your ex “best friend”
About a former connection I’m healing from.
Ken Pepiton Dec 2024
Wild ideas called seminal,
put forth the first root
prior to the first shoot,

first the blade, then the ear,
then the full corn in the ear,
then the harvest, gathering

fuel for the fire in the belly,
fitting frame and form to task,

as each part player repeats,
the quotidian procession
offering songs sung inside

faith formed bubbles of might,
may haps made per haps good
and easy, easing frets and fears,

recollecting known knowns,
regarding time above ground,
reminding each subroutine

to come, play the role, smile,
fix good will, first form genius
performing projection

shining on time, finding it
comforting to know how long
a time has been in process

of making up our will to try,
once more, our ingratiating
offering, whispering

fire, fire of life, fire in me a will
to find a way of worth to make
seem natural, spiritual, not flesh

the body and the mind,
the body and the will,
the body and the need, the want

the pulling hunger, the generator
calling for sustenance…

if time is life… and comfort
has been achieved, received…

life after nobility, life after expertise,

proven with the worth attested to…

urged whimsically, can we not
make a moment's peace pass

uncontested, indeed, we can and may.

Have a fine day. Or so they say,
wishing without realizing how,
the will to give an encouraging word

weighs lightly on a satisfied mind,
at the end of … ever, again.

Two questions, lost to television
"What is matter?
Never mind.
What is mind?
It does not matter."

Yet, a lifetime later, in nous sense,
minding one's own business, thinking

whose idea is this, who's testing time
for worth, weight of wisdom, left to me,

for my attention paid,
for my notice taken, blank stare, musing
using preserved utterances between we two,

me, and my own will, me and my monkey
discerning historical value systems arranged

to leave room for fruitless investigation,
to make space for ruling levels and grades,
high over low, will to make, will to use,
will to take and use to make more ease,

more peace of mind in matters of time,

offered in a poetic sense, mere mindful
ness, in nous sensed, gentle, familiar order,

at our established limit, at the end of life,
assuming time continues, only life's
artificial interesting lures, know
now urgency, generating knowledge
needing, it must seem, at the moment,
to be pre-served, as known known reminders,
the story of us, we, the people alive
letting this mind be in us, in word
and deed, in truth, we think
we may use any knowing
reproved while taking life as easy as

any royal courtier in empirical courts,

vested interestingly, if one wishes to know
what is invested in me, one wishes to know
why am I the curious kind, sorted out
to ever learn and never settle

to the bottom,
line, final word, capital idea,

bring up a child, in the way, whither
no way is commonly the only way,

but we have dug a channel, a course
to become the of course, in all conversing,

of course, along the way through life
informed as one called to learn to tell true

what was said in counsel, with the wise,
of course, those most blessed with nothing
missing or broken, comforted mindfully,

aware where gravity is enforced, we hold
the fullness of time as space in mind.
------------------------------
Informing us as knowers using
assisting intelligence's recollections…
answers in mindform, offered as news
ex parte gratis, for your information,
finding oneself in the same form as wind
metaphorically, in the same mind
curious as to what we think we know:

[The term capital]
made its first appearance
in medieval Latin
as an adjective capitalis (from caput, head)
modifying the word pars, (part and parcel)
to designate the principal sum
of a money loan.
The principal part
of a loan was contrasted
with the "usury"—later called interest—
the payment made
to the lender
in addition
to the return
of the sum lent.
This usage, unknown
to classical Latin,
had become common
by the thirteenth century and possibly
had begun as early as 1100 A.D.,
in the first chartered towns
of Europe.
--- according to knowledge accessible
by any empowered to read these thoughts---

[Frank A. Fetter,
"Reformulation
      of the Concepts
            of Capital and Income
                  in Economics and Accounting," 1937]

From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=capital>

In sequence, next
we spend our rest urged on, pressed

pushing aggregational will to empower
precious personal will to accept

hold tight, the right to think, this is a good day,
where the course widens to meet the ocean,
and eventually evaporate.


Taking your time,
using your attendance, now

to extend my hope
to knowing certain ways
to inform good counselors

called, trusted advisors, seers
granted high perch to see from

to draw ever into now, to focus

our mind's eye at the point aimed
from ever's edge at the first cause

the why we are, part of every thing,
in truth, the state we find ourselves

being makers of… let this mind seem

our common sensory sorting system,

cost for not knowing, profit for knowing,

guiding guardian self preserving gnosis.
On a good day, life is wonderful. One must hope it so, so it is.
Lord Bertrand Russell spake the old saw about mind and mattering. In 1952.
Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024
My heart is ensnared by the way the light dances
in your eyes, a mesmerizing spectacle that nourishes
my very soul, you're my radiant source of vitamin D
As I lent you my tank top, my thoughts were tangled
in a web of our silence, as we shared a kiss that lingered
long, leaving both social tanks on E.

Your lips remain sealed, yet they whisper of fervent
dreams, each smile a fleeting glimpse into your passion
The career you envision unfolds like a cinematic masterpiece,
with you at the helm, boldly declaring, “Action!”

As my admiration for your curves surely deepens,
your unwavering positivity are all these straight lines;
unyielding, resolute, and always moving forward
Your essence is akin to a pen, sharp and purposeful,
having a point to make, making it so easy for me to
spell it out to you;  U R truly Gorgeous.
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